England x Ill!Reader: Soundless Voice

(England's POV)
Five years I've been living with ____. I never told her how I truly felt. Why can't I tell her? Is it really that hard to confess to someone you're so close to? Why am I so afraid that if I tell her, she'll just reject me, and then nothing will be the same…? She suffered from a very terminal disease, it's a miracle she survived this long…Please faith, just please, don't take her away from me…I just want her to be healed…Is that too much to ask?

(Reader's POV)

England came into the room brightly smiling at you, as you laid in bed with a yellow and white designed of floral patterns. You stretched a smile as far as you could, you never bothered about your illness, you just wanted to be happy as long as you lived. England had come in with two hot chocolates in his hands, he knew you loved that. "How are you feeling today, love?" "I'm fine!" England frowned. "Are you sure?" "I'm surer than ever!"  England relaxed and gave you your hot chocolate. You guys spent like half an hour talking and laughing, until you dropped your cup, therefore breaking it. England looked at you; you stared at your hands. You both realized your illness will terminate you soon.  "I-I thought you said you were okay?" England leaned in, he seemed very terrified. "Yes! I'm okay! I just…My hands just slipped!" England nodded and went outside. You know these were the last few days or weeks of your life, the symptoms had just begun. What was to come wasn't determined.

(England's POV)

Why did she lie to me? She always tells me she's fine, yet I know she's not! She's at the verge of dying and she doesn't want me to worry?! Isn't she lonely? Isn't she afraid? Why won't she let me help her? I can never be there for her because she doesn't want me to see what she goes through…Why her faith? Why not take me? My life is useless…Why…?

(Reader's POV)

There was no other choice but spend your last days with your best friend, England. You were fading fast you had 3 symptoms in one day; there were only 2 symptoms left. You decided that you guys play outside in the snow. You weren't a country like him, you could die easily. You accepted faith; you never let England carry you to hospitals or anything. You wanted to die naturally; even though it might break the hearts of others…You sat up and took your diary. You wrote the only thing you could think of. "To my dear friends, I am sorry I had to leave so soon…I wish I was a country like you guys, and then we could've spent A LOT of time together. Heh~ well I guess life doesn't work like that, eh?  I love all of you…Signed, ____. You got off the bed and walked to England's room so he could find it and give it to the others easily, but you started to limp. This disease caught you fast; it would be a miracle if you made it until tomorrow.  "_____!" England called out to you; you quickly slipped the letter under the door and limped to the living room, you stopped so England didn't see you in such a weak state. He was over at the piano. "I thought we could bring back some old memories…" You smiled, and limped to take a chair next to England. He started to play your favorite song, (Favorite Song) but piano version. You swayed, and bobbed your head to the music, and even sang along to it. It just moved you on how England made sweet music to your ears. You turned to him and smiled. "Englaanndd~" "Yes?" "Let's go outside and play tomorrow~!" "I don't play…But if it's what you want…" "Yay!" You got up and walked to your room, what was going to come tomorrow won't be a pretty one. That's for sure.  
The next day, was the last. You ran outside and England followed right behind you. For hours you guys had snowball fights, and had lots of fun. "England!" "Yes?" England turned to you. "I'm sorry…" England tilted his head. He wasn't prepared for what was next. You fell on the ground. It was the end. Though your hearing was the last to go, you heard what England was saying for a quite amount of time.

(England's POV)

I rushed to the now collapsed _____. I held her, what else could I have done? I didn't want to cry because no matter how much I've cried in the past, she always told me no matter what. Never cry. She even told me that when she dies don't cry. I held her very close to my chest. Is this why she wanted to go out all of a sudden? I knew her time had come…Why couldn't you just tell me ____? "I love you…" I whispered to her cold corpse. I didn't want to leave her go. I can't leave her here. Please ____, if your hearing me. Take my voice, it might be useless but if I can here you again, it's all worth it. Where are you now? Are you in a better place? Please come back to me, if not let me go to you. You didn't deserve this.  You had something to actually live for…I started to burst in tears crying on _____'s shoulder. She'd always offer her shoulder when I needed it…Now…It's not needed…The snow piled on us. I held her for hours, maybe even days. I just didn't want it to end like this. It couldn't just be over. All the memories that came to me…It were never the same. I got up and left the dead body, her sweet voice that called out to me has now withered away…I went into my room to find a note, I opened it and it was _____'s handwriting. I read it, and made it my duty to go personally to everyone and show them her final words to them. I opened the door, and got in my car. I rode to every single house, to tell them what _____ wrote. Now every time I go to meetings it always somehow led to ______. The pain to have our beloved human gone…Was just too much…Even Russia, RUSSIA, cried. I had to make a funeral, she asked not to make it to big if she ever died, but I couldn't help it…

Where ever you are _____, I hope to see you again….
Few Years Later~
I was traveling in a wide open field I don't even know how I got there… I walked further and further to explore where I had come from. I saw a very small figure. She looked at me with her big shiny (e/c) orbs. And her (h/c) (hair length) hair blew in perfect sync with the wind. "Hello." "Hello~!" "What's your name?" "I'm ____!" I looked at her, in shock. Could it be? Did faith send me one more chance to prove myself? But this time ____, was a country and I should know… "Do you know who I am little girl?" "Yes! You're my best friend! England!" I couldn't believe it. She came back, and not a thing changed…She still remembered me. I started to cry, who could have thought? "Hey England?" "Y-Yes ____?" "I love you too…" I hugged her and smirked. "You're a little to young for me, love!" "Hey! At least I'm back!" I chuckled. It still surprised me but the biggest surprise was that she heard my confession and loved me back. I kneeled down to match her lever. "Let's go home, ____." She nodded and smiled. Oh, how I missed her so…~

The End.